to introduce myself, oughtn't I? My name is Mrs. Munt."

She was conscious that he raised his cap and said quite
coolly, "Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did
you want to see her?"

"Possibly--"

"I'll call you a cab. No; wait a mo--" He thought.
"Our motor's here. I'll run you up in it."

"That is very kind--"

"Not at all, if you'll just wait till they bring out a
parcel from the office. This way."

"My niece is not with you by any chance?"

"No; I came over with my father. He has gone on north
in your train. You'll see Miss Schlegel at lunch. You're
coming up to lunch, I hope?"

"I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not
committing herself to nourishment until she had studied
Helen's lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had
so rattled her round that her powers of observation were
numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye
there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the
corners of his mouth, nor in the rather box-like
construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven and